HLedger

Clay opened his eyes. (...) The melancholy landscape of the dawn close to dawn gesticulated like a rehearsed play the day about to dawn. Every polluting fog to the solar invasion resorted to the memory of the death of his beloved whose now completed one year. He remained depressed and could soon declare his emotional death too. (...)

Lysse

Death watched the girl in question with pity, after all why did she commit suicide at such a young age?

Lysse

Hannah's end may have been suicide, but her start was with just one photo.

Lari

Hannah is on her way home, having left the thirteen tapes in the mail – her thirteen whys, the reasons she was about to give up on her life. She is determined, determined that nothing and no one would stop her from finally making the pain stop, making it all go away and she finally having some peace for herself. She just hadn't expected that Clay, at that exact moment—damn and blessed moment at the same time, she thought—was walking by, seeing her, and deciding it was time for things to get right between the two of them. It seemed, then, that it was possible to love someone back to life.

Lysse

"I'm a good girl, aren't I?" But deep down, she knew she wasn't a good girl.

Lysse

"She was falling into the depths of her own despair."